(Mary Chapin Carpenter) The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain Far away a whistle hailed a passing train Out in the country summer was almost gone The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind Blowing through the seasons of my heart again My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns But babe, you know, I still look out for you The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
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